Everyday I check my mail to see your name.
Nothing.
I know it won't appear ever more.
I know it.
Really.
I do.
Still...
I hope,
I wish,
I see.
I see your blue-rimmed hazel eyes
in a sort of haze
in a craze
fading,
fading...
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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